돈 멕클린
Starry starry night
paint your palette
blue and gray
look out
on a summer's day
with eyes that
know the darkness
in my soul
shadows on the hills
sketch the trees
and daffodils
catch the breeze
and winter chills
In colors
on the snowy linen land
now I understand
what you tried
to say to me
And how are you suffered
for your sanity
And how are you tried
to set them free
they would not listen
they did not know how
perhaps they'll
listen now
Starry starry night
flamin' flowers that
brightly blaze
swirling clouds
in violet haze
reflect in
Vincent's eyes of
China blue
colors changing hue
morning fields of
amber grain
weathered faces
lined in pain
Are soothed beneath
the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
what you tried
to say to me
And how are you suffered
for your sanity
and how are you tried
to set them free
they would not listen
they did not know how
Perhaps they'll
listen now
for they could not
love you
But still
your love was true
And when no hope
was left inside on that
Starry starry night
you took your life
as lovers often do
but I could have
told you Vincent
This world was never
meant for one
as beautiful as you
Starry starry night
portraits hung
in empty halls
Flameless heads on
nameless walls
with eyes that
watch the world
and can't forget
like the strangers
that you've met
The ragged man
in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of
bloody rose
Like cruched and
broken on
the virgin snow
Now I think I know
what you tried
to say to me
And how are you suffered
for your sanity
And how are you tried
to set them free
they would not listen
they're not
listening still
perhaps they never will